A little old man shuffled slowly into an ice cream parlor and pulled himself slowly, painfully, up onto a stool.. After catching his breath, he ordered a banana split.
The waitress asked kindly, 'Crushed nuts?'
'No,' he replied, 'Arthritis.'
The way I heard it was, "a guy limps into a soda fountain and orders a Sundae." Since there are no soda fountains anymore, I guess we'll have to go with an icecream parlor. Guess I'm getting old.